Mar 25, 2008

A letter to my sister

Dear "Aunt Nan,"

That's in quotes because that's what my chicks call you, but i think you may be the devil. You live in San Diego. I live in Houston. Will you please let me in on how you're drugging my children? Particularly, the oldest one. Let's get something straight right now: I'M the mommy; therefore, I am the favorite female. Period. When mom was out there visiting you last week, she bought Jenna a safari book. Jenna loves it. I mean, really, it involves cheetahs, so it's not a huge shocker that the kid wants to snuggle up with it like a favorite blankie. However, a child should not say this: "I love this book. Do you know why i love it mom? Because my Aunt Nan touched it. I love my Aunt Nan."

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My name is Stephanie, but you may call me "stewbie."
I live in the thriving metropolis of Houston, Tx., and from my loins have sprung two beautiful baby girls--Jenna and Claire.
I'm not mean, but I am horribly sarcastic. I consider it a gift.
I work full-time as Social Media expert/Digital Marketing director, edit on the side, and am usually at the gym or the theatre--pick one.
Although I have a BA and MLA in Literature, I still use serial commas and sometimes, I use the semicolon incorrectly.
Oh, and I also have a hairless cat. His name is "Tito."